Im morbid self beneath..im behind my own cynic eyes looking at the stones i left..im my own silence im dwelling..my new existence is denied.my past haunts and bounce me back to the filth..take what you want from me but please heal my scarred heart..i pen down my misery to you..my blog is a easy way to channel my feelings..your face will nver be shaded still i remain in obilivion..the self is lost in me now. if you think that I don't know about depression and emotional pain its sound so surreal to me..im a wordless tongue or maybe we both are.i call your astral name everyday.come for me and save me from my ruins.i live in a world so cold..a colour so gray..im entangled and twisted by the complicacy.still we have a lot to say to each other.our feelings crawls at the nocturnal skies.from our bed our feelings for each other wings and meet.by the stars they agglomerate a love more of fourth dimension.our feelings are beyond human apprehensions.a more of nothingness to reality.emptinness was before we met and lonliness is after we met. Maybe for a purpose or maybe for a reason.still you have forsaken my sky.still my sky is stained.still my lunar is red.still i see ur face from brooding timeless guise.my heart still cant stand the maelstrom of your leaving.steep for the spiral .cross the forbidden doors. Don’t slip away from my bare heart grip.you are my artist you are my textures.who framed and mould me.im bleaking to powder now and making friends with soil. Sow the love seeds in my sorrowfield..your love worm is still present in me, a part of me
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